Ah yes, never “the time” to talk about this work camp of a supposed society, especially when the suffering of its victims is brought up.

I’m ghoulish to cope with the absurdity of what we do to ourselves. Others avoid this by pretending there’s nothing wrong, even that they love propagating this exploitation/value maximization trap.

I’m not using this person’s father as an agitprop. That would imply I have reasonable hope for change for the better in our times. There is not. Too far captured, too far propagandized. That said, the one thing I won’t let them have is my silent, obedient consent as they toss their dead capital batteries without a thought after spending most of their very real lives in service to running up their ego scores that have no meaningful impact on their already gluttonous lifestyles. If that makes me the bastard in your eyes, so be it, I’m a bastard if it makes you happy. I’m the bad guy.